Death. Taxes. Trivia.
These three inevitabilities rattled and ricocheted around my cranium every Tuesday morning for the better part of two years. The threat of death always lingers – just ask my wooden stairs. The threat of taxes aren't a mere threat, but a promise – just ask my whittled-down paycheck. Trivia, however, was the one I looked forward to.
Meeting up with my friends and fiancé at a local dive bar in Washington, DC, answering progressively trickier questions about geography, science, history, politics and my favorite, pop culture – what wasn't there to like?
An affable host guided us. His comforting voice echoed across the beer hall, round after round after round. Five rounds in total, including a music round that often flummoxed but never deterred us. We answered questions on our cell phones via an app, the honor system employed (though the DC area is not immune from trivia cheating scandals).
The somehow always-broken stools tilted to and fro as we sat, unsettling in actuality but comforting in their predictability. We won or placed in the top three teams on a regular basis.
